After eleven years living, dancing, teaching tango, and writing in Buenos Aires, I came home to L.A. in 2014, where I'm reconstructing my life.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
What Happens in Buenos Aires Doesn't Stay in Buenos Aires!
I so love blogging! Unbeknownst to me, I was waiting for it all my life.
I try to be discreet in what I write. I know the tango world is small, not only in cyberspace, but also in milongas everywhere.
It's part of the fun of going to a milonga in a strange part of the world and seeing people you know and recognize.
Here in Buenos Aires one feels every tango dancer we've ever known will one day walk into a milonga where we are waiting for them.
And you know how people talk in the milongas; well we have to do something while we're waiting to dance, right? So we chat--about the people in the milonga! What they're wearing, how they're dancing, who is hooked up with who, who went home with whom. It's only natural. The men like to brag about the ladies, and the women try to keep "that" part quiet. But still.
Tango bloggers around the world seem to think that nobody knows who they are, or who they're writing about. But I can't tell you how many times I've read on blogs from Asia to Europe about people I know from the descriptions, and often I've read about myself!
Then sometimes when the authors realize that people know what's what, they sneak back in later and change the archives.
Just remember that what happens here on vacation just might make somebody's blog.